His hips haven’t stopped moving, drawing his erection back and forth across the crotch of my shorts, down to where I’m aching and empty. There’s enough heat between my legs to start a forest fire, and then he boosts me higher, one arm wrapping firmly under my spread hips and the other one sliding up my ribs.
“I’m gonna touch you now,” he pants.
“I don’t need commentary, Davis. Just do it.”
He laughs, looking at me, his face bright and so, so beautiful. “I like it when you’re mean, gorgeous. Let me see the real you.”
I snap my teeth at him, and he grins, then his hand is sliding up under my top, inside my bra, and I forget to be bitchy. “Oh my God!”
“You religious?” Davis pinches my nipple, sensation skating through me, and I shake my head, back bowing to offer my breasts more freely.
“You don’t get to say God’s name when it’s me making you feel this way, Cece. Let me hear it.”
“Davis.”
“Again.”
“Davis!”
“That’s my girl.” He uses one hand to pull my shirt up and over my head, yanks down my bra, then bends, drawing my nipple into his mouth.
“You taste so good,” he gasps, coming up for air. “Am I too rough?”
I shake my head again, frantically pushing his face back down. “They’re not sensitive. Harder. Please, Davis.”
He does, licking, and sucking, biting me until I’m writhing in his arms. His hand leaves my breast, travelling down, the twin sounds of zips coming undone, and his fingers are sliding through me, spreading my slickness up and down my slit before sinking deep.
I scream into his hair at the perfect intrusion of his fingers, curling to give me the extra jolt I need. His thumb rubs my clit, and I’m flying. He’s filling me, inside and out, my body and my head, his dark vanilla scent blocking out the smell of stale beer and ciggies. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face in the warm skin as he pumps me.
“You’re so fucking hot, Cee,” he mumbles between sucks, and my chest fills with champagne bubbles, tart and fizzy, and I laugh because I know what’s coming.
I am.
He hits that perfect spot in the perfect rhythm, one, two, three times, and on the fourth, he bites down on my nipplehard, and I explode. Pleasure and pain and sweet, sweet relief judder through me, one after the other, leaving nothing but cool white blankness in their wake.
In the distance somewhere beyond the oasis of my own mind, Davis is still moving, his hand inside me. I push his forearm gently. “Not the clit. Too sensitive.”
The extra pressure stops instantly, and I snuggle in further, my face buried in warm cotton, still impaled on his fingers with my legs around his waist.
“Cee?”
“Quiet.”
“Cee. Your ass is vibrating.”
“Ugh.” I peel myself backward, my head hitting the wall because I can’t be bothered to use my neck muscles to keep it up. I keep my eyes closed as Davis lowers me to the floor, but once my feet are on the ground again, I open them to see him watching me as he licks me off his fingers.
Desire shudders through me once more.Fuck, that’s hot.
He holds my gaze as he kicks his boots off and lowers his unzipped jeans.
“If you think I’m going to let you fuck me on my desk,” I warn, my voice lazy with contentment, “you have seriously overestimated my budget for office furniture.”
He doesn’t reply, just hooks his fingers in the elastic waistband of his charcoal briefs, drawing my attention to the wet patch of the front of them.
Oh my God. Did he…?
“Did you…?”
